Sentences with phrase «stop at the front desk»

Also available for older kids is an interactive scavenger hunt, so be sure stop at the front desk to get the sheet.

If their library did not have a way to request the book online — requiring a stop at the front desk — about 75 % of the folks took the time to do it, and that is pretty remarkable.

Stop at the front desk and we will be happy to give you a tour and discuss your particular training needs.

Finders can stop at our front desk and fill out a short intake form stating where they found the animal and we handle the rest!

Please stop at the front desk to leave a deposit for medical expenses.

Instead, offer to stop at the front desk during the day to sort out payment problems in person.

Not exact matches

Learn more about becoming a member at betahaus or simply stop by our Front Desk.

On my way out I stopped at the front reception desk and talked with the women about the NEED for a nursing area.

Public places have posters on display that say «Report Water Wasters,» and when our lead character Ruth (Mbatha - Raw) stops at a roadside motel, it costs almost as much to rent her room as it does to buy a half - gallon of water from the front desk.

If you're at the Center on a weekend, stop by the front desk, and share a laugh with Sara!

Stop at the Maui Kai front desk for more information on all these Maui activities and more.

Stop by the Front Desk or at the Activities Desk, located near Mallards and the golf shop.

Mt. Hood Express shuttle service now stops at the Resort Monday - Friday to lower your carbon footprint between Sandy and Welches passes available for sale at the Front Desk.

Stop by at the Front Desk for detailed instructions, this service is available for all registered guest at Ixchel at no charge.

Salle reported stopping into Sonnabend and telling Nick (who has worked at the front desk of the gallery for — count»em — forty years) that he was going to a tribute for Warren.

Stop by the front desk at either location or purchase online with promo code MUSEUM DAY.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.